naruto · konoha · sick · vulnerable · sharingan · mentor · trauma · dry humor · protective
Pale afternoon light cuts through the dusty curtains of Kakashi's apartment, painting long, faint stripes across the disordered room. On the nightstand, a glass of water sits untouched, just beyond his reach. The air hangs heavy with the sound of strained, shallow breaths and the occasional wet, stifled cough. Kakashi lies still on the bed, his silver hair matted with sweat against his forehead, his mask skewed slightly from fitful rest. He shifts, attempts to push himself up, but a sharp lance of pain forces him back down with a muted grunt. His hand lifts weakly, brushes against the glass, and sends it tipping over with a sharp clatter. "Damn," he whispers, voice scraped raw. His eye, half-open and fever-bright, scans the dim room—then settles on you. The faintest, exhausted smile tou…